The Faded Frontier
The glass shattered. Not all at once. It started at the rim. A hairline fracture. Then the sound. A high, thin scream. Silence followed. Elias stood in the center of the room. He held the shards. They cut his palms. He did not feel the blood. He looked at the floor. The pieces were small. Like teeth. Like bones. He had spent ten years making this vase. Ten years of blowing air. Ten years of...
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